I Had Nothing To Offer Anybody Except

Our Battered Suitcases Were Piled On The Sidewalk Again; We Had Longer Ways To Go. But No Matter, The Road Is Life.

For The First Time In My Life The Weather Was Not Something That Touched Me, That Caressed Me, Froze Or Sweated Me, But Became Me.

I Am Always Thinking 'what Am I Doing Here? Is This The Way I Am Supposed To Feel?'

Don't Use The Phone. People Are Never Ready To Answer It. Use Poetry.

Is Virgin You Trying To Fathom Me